HEAVEN IS WHERE…
There are no houses yet no homelessness
There is no money yet no penury
There are no doctors yet no sickness
There are no minds yet no insanity
There is no food yet no hunger
There is no drink yet no thirst
There is no dirt yet no dusters
There are no clothes yet no cold
There is no entrance exam yet no failures
There is no condemnation yet no injustice
There is no Saviour yet no sin
There is no space yet no time
There is no body yet no ignorance
There is no mind yet no intemperance
There is only spirit yet no imbalance
Perfection at last.?
©2009
James Hart
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